Defining the Difficult Word Inside Her

I plea for my mother’s spirit

to wait for me before the ascension

because I want to know more

beyond her sun, moon and stars;

for her to show me

the other colors

hidden inside her;

shades my crafted words

can only reflect in broken shards.

She draws me a symbol

for a word only

known to her and God,

a word so complex

I can never remember

how to draw it,

never define it fully

and can only stutter-

a seed stuck

in my throat-

whenever I try

to release its

sounds to the world.